Su Hong woke up in a lavish villa spanning thousands of square meters. He swiped left and right across his phone screen, frustration etched deep on his face.
Why? Luck.
Not bad luck—but freakishly, unnaturally good luck. So good it felt like the whole world was conspiring against him.
With a sigh of defeat, he uninstalled a game.
That game mirrored his life: warped by luck until nothing felt worth pursuing.
How absurdly lucky? Ten pulls, all five-star?
No, no—if only! He’d have cried tears of joy.
The moment he entered the tutorial, an unknown bug auto-unlocked *every* character—even unreleased, unbalanced ones.
Clutching a last shred of hope, he contacted support, begging to reset his account. Instead, they thanked him for the bug report… and upgraded every unlocked character to max level.
MAX LEVEL!!
With everything handed to him, what was the point?!
Less than ten minutes after downloading, he angrily deleted the game.
To Su Hong, the game was no different from his life—like the universe kept rigging things in his favor. A miserable experience.
“How do I make life challenging?! How do I escape this damned luck?!” he roared at the screen.
Then—a thought struck him.
What if he transmigrated to another world, like in anime or light novels? Maybe *there*, luck would finally leave him alone.
The instant the idea formed… his phone erupted in an eerie glow.
…Eerie glow?
???
“H-Hey… no way?” Su Hong’s lips twitched. A dark vein pulsed on his forehead.
In the next heartbeat, the glow vanished—and the scene had changed.
A Western medieval-style town bustled around him. People hurried past, utterly oblivious to the pajama-clad stranger suddenly standing in the street.
Su Hong gaped. He glanced down at his sleepwear, rubbed his eyes hard, checked again.
Not a hallucination.
He clenched his fists and let out a triumphant cheer.
*This is it—another world!* How could he be sure? His luck had finally worked… by abandoning him!
“YAHOO!!”
He pumped his arms, ignoring the frowns from passersby.
No time to worry about pajamas or language barriers! His boring, challenge-free life was OVER. A real, hard-earned life was beginning!
First: earn money. Swap these pajamas. Work like everyone else. Then—
*Clink.*
A gold coin rolled to his feet. No one else noticed.
Su Hong’s face twisted as if he’d swallowed a fly.
“No… seriously?”
He snatched the heavy coin. *Has the cursed luck followed me here too?!*
He *had* to test it.
Gripping the coin tight, he spotted a dim alleyway room. A sign hung by the door: the character “gambling.”
Same writing system? No language barrier? Relief flickered—then doubt. *Coincidence. Just coincidence. Not luck!*
Muttering reassurance, he smoothed his pajamas and stepped inside.
Inside: a gambling den. Most games were unfamiliar. Only one made sense—three cups, one hiding a coin. Guess right, win double.
He squeezed through the crowd, tossed his coin beside a cup.
Bets settled. The dealer smirked, lifted the cups.
Groans and cheers erupted. Su Hong had won—but joined the groaners.
“Impossible! This isn’t my world anymore! Must be coincidence! Again!”
*Thump!* He slammed two coins down.
*Clink.* Four coins clattered back.
“NO!! This isn’t what I wanted!”
Enraged, he shoved coin after coin forward. Each time, the pile doubled.
Soon, a glittering mountain of gold sat before him. Stunned silence.
The dealer’s smirk turned icy. “Feeling lucky, kid? Wanna double it again?”
Crowds gathered, mouths watering. Someone whispered, “Walk away. We’ll back you—just share a bit.”
“Thanks. No.”
Su Hong shoved the entire heap forward with a *clatter*. “OF COURSE I’LL CONTINUE!”
Pitying murmurs followed. *Naive kid. Those coins are gone.*
The dealer ignored others. One-on-one.
He slipped a coin under a cup, shuffled swiftly, eyes locked on Su Hong.
Mid-swap—his thumb flicked. Unseen, the coin slid into his pocket.
A cold smirk spread. *Let’s see you win this.*
After theatrically shuffling the empty cups, he stopped. “Pick one.”
“The… middle.” Su Hong pointed vaguely.
“Wait! *I’ll* lift it!”
The dealer stepped back. Su Hong stood, heart pounding.
*Last chance. If I win again… it’s over. PLEASE lose. Damned luck—LEAVE ME ALONE!*
Hand hovering over the middle cup… he shook his head. *Too risky.*
To the dealer’s shock, Su Hong lifted the left cup—empty.
He sighed, steadied himself, lifted the right—also empty.
Cheers erupted! *Middle must be it!*
But when Su Hong finally lifted the middle cup…
Empty.
Both Su Hong and the dealer collapsed into their chairs.
Su Hong clutched his head, pulling his hair. *Even here?! No challenge?! What’s the point?!*
As he wallowed, the dealer and staff silently closed in, faces dark. Patrons backed away.
Su Hong looked up.
The dealer wore a metallic bracer on his right arm, a card in his left. He sneered.
“Kid, I underestimated you. But not a single coin leaves with you.”
He slotted the card into the bracer.
Liquid light flowed down his arm, coalescing into a semi-transparent crimson crystal blade wreathed in faint red mist—so cool it was almost offensive.
Su Hong’s eyes widened. Excitement surged.
*In my old world, even getting hurt was blocked by luck. But HERE… Could someone actually injure me? KILL me?!*
While others feared for him, Su Hong leaped onto the table, arms flung wide.
“COME ON! SWING IT! CUT ME!”
Gasps filled the room. The dealer froze, blade trembling. *Is he strong? Backed by someone?*
“…Boss? What now?” a staff member whispered.
The dealer glared up at Su Hong, hand twitching toward sheathing the blade.
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Su Hong yelled. “Cowards?! If you’re tough—SWING!”
The dealer raised a hand to hold back his crew, jaw tight.
“Kid. Walk away now. Even the Chris Guild doesn’t dare collect rent from my shop. Who do you think you are?”
Su Hong leaned down, eyes blazing.
“STOP TALKING.
JUST.
SWING.”
Su Hong suddenly leaped down from the table and stood right before Die Shou—but Die Shou hastily stumbled back two steps!
Gamblers nearby gasped in astonishment, whispering among themselves: *Who is this youth? How could he force this shady casino to back down?!*
Die Shou retreated step by step, Su Hong shadowing him closely. “Go on—slash me! What are you running from?!”
A sudden thud against his back jolted Die Shou. He’d been backed flush against the wall—unnoticed, in full view of his own men and the crowd. Utterly humiliating! How could he ever command fear or keep swindling after this?!
Bloodshot eyes blazing, Die Shou roared, “Dozens like you—won money, never walked out alive! I don’t care what backing you have—you’ve pushed me too far!”
Su Hong calmly smoothed his slightly rumpled pajamas, covered the line of his collarbone, and slowly tied the sash.
“Want me angry?”
*Crack!* Su Hong’s backhand snapped across Die Shou’s face. In one motion, he seized the man’s collar.
“Angry enough? I’ll say it once: treat me like every other winner. Leave me here. For good.”
Those final words detonated Die Shou’s last shred of reason. With a furious roar, he raised the crimson crystal greatsword—
*BANG!* The main door slammed open. Dozens of armored soldiers stormed in.
Their iron boots thundered, shaking the floor—but froze instantly. A youth stood pinned under the glowing blade.
Soldiers split ranks. A young woman stepped forward.
Silver-white light armor clung to her graceful frame. Long orange hair spilled over her chest; her fair, delicate face burned with righteous fury.
“Release him! We’re the Mobile Security Force—acting on the city lord’s order! Lower your weapon! Harm an innocent further, and you *will* answer for it!”
But Die Shou’s lips quivered. A choked sob escaped—then he wailed openly.
Stunned silence. The girl stood frozen, bewildered. *This ruthless killer… holding a hostage… crying like a wronged child?*
She whispered to her soldiers, “Did we… arrest the wrong person?”
Before they could reply, Die Shou collapsed into hysterics, pounding Su Hong’s gripping hand. “You demon! Didn’t you hear her?! *Let me go!* You didn’t grab the wrong guy—I’m the killer! Take me away!”
Su Hong loosened his grip. *Clang!* The crimson sword hit the floor. Die Shou crumpled, face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with ragged sobs.
“Just take me! I never want to see him again! He’s insane—he’s a monster!”
An eerie hush swallowed the room. Soldiers exchanged uneasy glances. No one moved. Only Die Shou’s hiccuping cries echoed through the stunned silence.
